"Never look down on anybody unless you're helping him up."— Jesse Jackson


*One Week Later*


◇ Harry’s POV◇


"I won't do it, Louis." I shook my head, "Why give her the satisfaction of knowing I am sorry?"

"Because Anya won't go out with me again until you do. You owe me that much. Do I need to remind you why?" he asked, referring to the time he hacked Lucy's phone for me.

"I told Anya to tell her I was sorry. That should be enough," I complained.

"She thinks you should apologize to Lucy in person, and I do too. Why don't you do it over dinner, yeah? I bet she'd like that," Louis suggested. I scoffed.

"You mean like on a date? No way she'd kill me."

"No, she won't. Just be your charming, witty self and you'll live. Listen, I have to go. Make sure you take her somewhere fancy mate," He told me before going out the door.

"This conversation is not over, Lou!" I shouted back to him.

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◇Lucy’s POV◇


"I left my bracelet in Louis's car last week. He should be coming over later today to drop it off," Anya told me while gathering her stuff.

"Alright. Is there anything else you want to run by me before you leave?" I asked, clearly sounding annoyed.

"N-no, that's it. I'll see you after I get off from work. Bye Luce!" She said before hurrying out the door. Why the rush?


I put the chain on the door after she left and went straight into the kitchen to make a late lunch. What do I want to eat...I opened up the fridge and took out two slices of Swiss cheese and set them on top of the counter before opening the bag of bread. Once I removed the plastic covering, I placed the cheese inside the loaf of bread before putting the bread in the oven to cook for several minutes. Now the question becomes what do I do for the next several minutes? The answer I come up with is start reading a book. I walked back into the living room and plopped onto the couch with New Moon by Stephenie Meyer on my lap and opened up to the first page.


I've read the Twilight Saga about three times and to this day, I can't wrap my head around Bella's logic. She travels all the way to Italy to save a man who left her to begin with instead of enjoying what was right in front of her. Bella goes through so much pain just so she could live forever, but lifespans are definite for a reason. Humans weren't created to stay on this world forever.


I shook my head and tossed the book onto the coffee table upon rising to my feet. I walked back into the kitchen and turned off the oven before taking out my grilled cheese and putting it on a platter. I opened the fridge again and poured myself the rest of the Orange Juice while taking a huge bite out of my sandwich. The melted cheese danced around my mouth interlaced with the crispness of the toasted bread and was washed down by a stream of juice. This meal was certainly worth the wait.


Knock Knock


That must be Louis. I brushed away the crumbs from the corner of my mouth with the back of my hand and set the dirty plate in the sink before leaving the kitchen to answer the door. I took the chain off and twisted the silver handle only to reveal a tall, handsome figure with curly brown hair and forest green eyes.





Now I was ninety nine point nine percent sure I was dreaming, for there was no other logical explanation that crossed my mind as to why Harry Styles would be at my doorstep. I was too shock to say anything at first, but then I finally found my voice.

"You're not Louis..." I said the obvious. God of course he's not Louis. That was a dumb thing to say Lucy.

"Right. Now may I come in?" Harry laughed, shaking his head as he entered inside. I watched as he browsed around my living room and looked at a few frames before meeting my eyes with a cheeky smile, "Nice apartment."

"Thanks, so can we cut to the chase and forward to the part where you tell me why the hell you're here?" I proposed.

"Didn't Anya tell you, love? I'm here to take you out. Go get changed." He instructed. I had to laugh.

"And what in the world makes you think I'm going to go out with you after what happened last week?"

"Why can't we just let bygones be bygones? Anya told you that I was sorry."

"Yes, she did, but I want to hear it from you."

"Okay, well...I'm truly sorry about last week and for what I said to you back at Planet Bang. It was highly inappropriate, and no girl deserves to be treated that way. Can you ever so kindly find a way in your heart to forgive me?" Harry pleaded sincerely. As much as I wanted to, I couldn't say no.

"Maybe." I bit my lip, trying not to smile .

"Maybe?" Harry repeated. I shrugged.

"Consider yourself basically forgiven."

"Hm, if I would have known you'd react this well from the beginning, I would've apologized earlier. Get changed. I'm still taking you to Belleclaires," He told me again.

"You don't have to do that Harry. I said you were forgiven."

"I know, but I already made reservations because I thought it would take more than a plagiarized apology for you to forgive me."

"Now it will. Nice to know that wasn't original, Harry. God you're so inconsiderate," I rolled my eyes at his words before leaving to go change in my room.

You would think he'd have the decency to at least pretend it was real. He's truly the rudest person I've ever met. Hopefully, this—whatever it is— won't turn out to be a horrible, horrible mistake...I honestly don't even know why I am going.

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◇Harry’s POV◇



The drive to Belleclaires was silent and unpleasantly awkward but by the time we were seated at our table, the tension between us decreased. The waitress, who escorted us inside the restaurant, handed us menus and took out her notepad to jot down our orders.

"Hello, my name is Candice and I will be your waitress for the evening. What will you be having tonight, Mr. Styles? May I recommend the Chef's special, Egg Fettuccine with Fava Bean toast. I'm sure you and your girlfriend would find it utterly enjoyable," She chirped.

"Oh, I’m not his girlfriend," Lucy corrected her.

“Aw, that’s too bad…He seems like a sweetheart,” Candice grinned, her blue eyes focused on me.

“Thanks, love. I think I’ll have the wild salmon with sweet potatoes and asparagus,” I finally told her.

“And what will you be having, miss?” she asked Lucy who was still surveying the menu.

“Um, I’m gonna go with a soy bacon cheeseburger,” Lucy said. I didn't know she was a vegetarian.

“Okay. Soy bacon cheeseburger and wild salmon, got it.” Candice confirmed, “Drinks?”

“A bottle of Chateau wine should be fine,” I smiled.

“Alright. I’ll be right back with the wine and your food, Mr. Styles,” She said sweetly while collecting the menus.

“Please, darlin'. Call me Harry,” I chuckled.

“Okay, Harry,” She blushed while walking toward the kitchen.

“She seems nice,” Lucy said.

“Yeah and quite desperate too. I’m willing to bet you five pounds that she will give me her number by tonight’s end,” I said confidently.

“Not every girl finds you irresistible, Harry.”

“Oh, but they do.”

“Hm, we’ll see about that then.”

“Loser has to cook the winner dinner.”

“Deal.”

“Give me your hand. We have to shake on it. It’s protocol,” I smirked. Lucy sighed and extended her hand, and I shook it firmly.


-


After we finished eating our food and drinking our bottle of wine, our conversation gradually veered off to something entirely different from the discussion of romance. Lucy was rather curious about what it was I did to earn a living and how I could afford to eat dinner at such elegant restaurants like Belleclaires, but she didn’t believe me when I decided to tell her.


“You’re not a photographer, Harry,” She dismissed the answer.

“Yes, I am. Why is that so hard for you to believe?” I frowned.

“How many professional photos have you taken?” she inquired.

“A lot actually. I work at GQ Magazine.” I replied.

“I’d love to see them,” she said, “the photos I mean.”

“It’s on my drive at home. You’d have to come back to my flat if you want to see it.”

“Okay.”

She actually wants to?

“What?” I gaped.

“We can go right now.”

“Erm, Okay…Let me get the check. Candice, love.” I flagged her down, “I think we’re done here.”

“Oh, okay…I’ll be right back with the check,” She sounded disappointed.

Candice returned momentarily with the bill, and I placed my credit card inside the checkbook before handing it back to her. All the meanwhile, Lucy scooted out of her chair and grabbed her purse.

“I’m gonna wait for you outside Harry,” She told me. I nodded.

“That’s fine with me.”

No sooner did I get my credit card back than Lucy reached the exit. Candice thanked me for coming and slipped her number in my coat pocket on my way outside with a note that read the following:

I get off @11pm ❤
— C


“Looks like I win,” I cockily grinned while showing Lucy the note. To say she was surprised would be an understatement, but what could I say, I’m a natural flirt.

“That lady obviously has no class,” Lucy rolled her eyes, handing me back the note.

“Then are you saying she has no taste?” I questioned. “You don’t even know her yet you’re so quick to judge.”

“All I’m saying is, I would never give some customer my phone number. It’s unprofessional.”

“Jealous much?”

“Not even the slightest bit.”

“I think I’m gonna call her later…”

“Do whatever you want, Harry. It’s not like I’m your girlfriend.”


When we got to my car, I opened the passenger door for Lucy with a smile only to see her slam it close in my face. I sighed, shaking my head, before going around the vehicle to get to the driver’s side. Once I got in, I started the engine, backed out of my parking spot, and sped down the road.


“ I think we should take a raincheck on that whole going to your flat to see some of your pictures thing. I didn’t realize how late it was, and I’m super tired,” Lucy sighed. It was only nine o’clock.

“Yeah, whatever. It’s probably best if you do that anyway,” I agreed.

“I’m glad you think so…” She said with a hint of disappointment in her voice. I felt like she wanted me to try and change her mind or something, but I didn’t bother. Now my focus was primarily on getting her home.

I knew tonight would turn out to be a mistake.

Notes

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